Friday, June 26, 2015

Denise Levertov / The Rights

Photo by Flor Garduño

The Rights

by Denise Levertov

I want to give you
something I’ve made

some words on a page-as if
to say ‘Here are some blue beads’

or, ‘Here’s a bright red leaf I found on
the sidewalk’ (because

to find is to choose, and choice
is made.)           But it’s difficult:

so far I’ve found
nothing but the wish to give. Or

copies of old words? Cheap
and cruel; also senseless:

this instead, perhaps--a half-
promise: If

I ever write a poem of a certain temper
         (willful, tender, evasive,
          sad & rakish)

I’ll give it to you.

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